Fuck I hated that place I thought to myself as I took my seat. I’d spent nearly all my money getting there and for what? I pushed my rucksack under the bench and sank back into the seat. This was supposed to be one of the highlights of my trip but right now I couldn’t care less. I just wanted out of this place, if I’d wanted rain I would have stayed in England, and by now I’d spent so much money already that I could only afford coach class on this train. Id wanted a nice sleeper carriage but now I was stuck on this crappy little bench seat for the next forty odd hours.

I watched as we pulled away from the station, slowly chugging our way out of Seattle. I was glad to be underway and figured that my traveling could only get better from here. Glancing around the carriage I looked around at my fellow passengers. A fat couple from Texas took up the bench opposite mine who seemed intent on finding out if the dining cart had the right type of chips so as not to set off her allergies. A large group of Germans took up most of the front rows and were acting as if they had never seen city buildings before. I wondered what it must be like to experience that continual, childlike wonder at even the most mundane things. Behind the Germans were a group of geriatric American tourists, obviously trying their hardest to spend any inheritance their children might be looking forward to. That was it, not even any pretty girls to look at for the next two days. Looking out of the window at the grey skies and cityscape I felt the rhythmic motion of the train over the rails rocking me gently and I dozed off into a blissful sleep.

I awoke with a start, something cold hit my chest and jerked me from my slumber, I opened my eyes into the glare of the evening sun, the sun! at last. I looked down to my chest and was met by a large, scarlet stain in the middle of my white tee shirt, this trip just keeps getting better I thought grimly. I looked up to discover from where the stain had come. You stood there, clutching a blanket under your arm with a half empty glass of red wine in your hand. The other hand was placed firmly over your mouth and your eyes were wide with shock. “I’m ….I’m so sorry” you said “the train moved and I…..”. I looked at you quizzically, the initial shock having melted away was replaced by wonder. Your deep brown hair cascaded around your face framing beautiful, soulful eyes and as your hand moved away from your mouth I saw your lips, full and juicy with the bottom one half bitten as you looked at the stain on my chest.

“Don’t worry” I said, shit happens. You set the glass of wine down on the now slumbering Texans trey table and placed the blanket on the bench next to me. “Is there anything I can do?” you asked. Pulling my rucksack out from under the seat I asked if you would mind grabbing me a shirt, obligingly you agreed and I undid the appropriate zip for you. I lifted my tee shirt and paused for a moment as I watched you rummage in my bag, the shirt you were wearing had a couple of buttons undone at the top and as you leaned forwards I realised I could see right down between your breasts as far as your belly button. The dappled sunlight, as we moved through the trees outside, played on your chest and I gawped at the shape of your breasts as you leant forwards and hoped you wouldn’t catch me looking, tits like that cannot be used to going braless, I wondered what was different today.

I told myself to stop staring and continued to remove the stained tee shirt, you produced a clean shirt from the bag and I asked you just to stuff the old one in any which way. As I slung the shirt over my shoulders and aligned the buttons I could swear I felt you gazing at me in the same way in which I had you, your eyes burning into my chest. I dismissed the thought as quick as I could, fastened the remaining buttons and replaced the bag under the seat. With the bag away you came and sat next to me and apologised again. I was glad for the company, especially such a beauty as yourself. As we talked I looked you up and down, wondering what lay beneath that blouse and skirt. Every now and then I had to distract myself as the movement of the train and your stunning figure started a stirring in my loins.

Looking out of the window we noticed the skies were beginning to darken, the sun just disappearing beneath the horizon, you leaned over me to get a better view placing your pretty hand on my thigh for support. Your hand, just inches from my cock you stared out into the wilderness, I could smell the slight scent from your hair and felt almost powerless to resist my erection. As you sat back your hand lingered where you had placed it and as you talked I could feel you squeeze, ever so slightly. I wanted to ravage you, I wanted to feel that hand on my penis more than I have wanted anything before. I fought with every fibre of my being, not to allow my cock to stiffen. I was sat half facing you with my back to the window, trying to think of anything but your pert little body when you turned slightly, removed your hand from my leg and asked if I’d mind if you got comfortable, “off course” I said, not knowing quite what you had meant. I watched in awe as you wiggled you beautiful ass towards me and lay back on my chest, positioned my arm over you and covered us both with the blanket. Fuck me, I thought, this holiday just got a whole lot better.

As we lay there in silence I began to feel your hand moving, around my knee at first, slowly up my inner thigh. Was this really happening? I thought.  Your hand moved up slowly over my jeans, right up, gently over my crotch and settled on my abs just above my belt, where you began tracing a line, softly poking your fingers under the waistline now and again. This was for real, there was no mistaking your intent. I reciprocated by running my hand across your belly just under your blouse. It felt wonderful, every touch seemed to spark and I could feel tiny goose bumps appear where I touched. There was no way I could hide my desire now, and as your hand slipped over my jeans right between by legs my hardening cock rose to meet it. Feeling my reaction with your hand, you pressed it, firmly into my leg, rubbing it gently up and down, through my jeans. You lifted your foot onto the seat and allowed your legs to fall apart, I willingly took up the invitation and slid my other hand down between your legs. Expecting to find panties, I was amazed to find my hand sliding directly onto your soft, perfect mound, with my hand I pressed slightly over your pussy and gently dipped my finger in at the bottom. Your juice almost flowed out as I slowly brought my finger up, through your pussy to your clit. We lay there in a crowded carriage gently pleasing each other, I wondered what the Germans would make of this? Our lust grew as we quietly caressed each other under the blanket, feeling each other building to climax. I was surprised when you told me to lead the way and stood up, your skirt swinging back down to cover you soaking wet pussy. “Where?” I said, tucking my penis under my belt. “My room” you said with a coy smile.

The train swayed slightly making it hard to walk, you grabbed me around my waist, slipping your hands up, under my shirt. As we made our way down the carriage I felt your hands clinging onto me, caressing firmly around my waist and over my abs, your slender fingers gliding over my body willing me on, almost too much to bear. We made our way out of the light from the coach carriage and into the dark, quiet sleeper carriage, presently you stopped and slid back a door revealing your small sleeper room, a bed pressed against the partition wall, and in the window at the far end I saw nothing but our reflections against the pitch back of night. I turned and watched as burn orange light from a solitary lamp in the room spilled out into the corridor and silhouetted your face just beneath mine, your lips slightly parted and big brown eyes staring up at me filled with expectation. You reached up, moving your hands over my shirt towards my face, cupping my cheeks you stood on tip toes and kissed me. As our mouths came together, both almost shaking with lust I felt that soft, warm, beautiful feeling as our lips touched and was lost in the electric closeness only experienced in a first kiss. We paused for a moment, both giddy with anticipation and desire, I could feel your breath mingling with mine as your mouth softly closed and kissed my bottom lip. I drew you close, my hands roaming across your back, your breasts pressed against my chest, and with a sharp intake of breath you kissed me, deep and passionate. Your tongue flicking, caressing mine as we became one, our warm mouths pressed together as if searching for each other’s souls.

The train began to slow, the rhythmic motion over the rails began to decrease as we kissed. We had been traveling for hours, and I could only assume we were pulling in to a station to swap drivers or refuel. None of this mattered, we were utterly consumed by our passion, devoid of a care in the world except to experience each other in the fullest way possible. You pulled away from the kiss, placed both hands on my chest, looked up at me with an expression I had not seen before, eyes wide boring into my sole, almost snarling you hissed “Fuck me”, “Fuck me now”. Although surprised at the venom behind your words I didn’t need asking twice. I took your left arm just above the elbow spun you around to face you room so I was behind you, took your other arm in a similar fashion and walked you into the room. As the train came to a stop I noticed in the dim lights of the station, a solitary figure on a bench on the far side of the platform. Fuck him I thought, nothing is getting in the way of this and anyway he probably won’t notice anything. You squealed with delight as I pushed you roughly against the window, your palms and cheek pressed against the cold glass. The figure on the platform stood slightly. I took your arms at the wrists and crossed them over just above your head, with my left hand I took hold of your wrists where they crossed, pinning them firmly to the glass, your little hands clenched into fists. You pushed your ass backwards into my groin and with your cheek pressed against the glass you opened your mouth wide in mock astonishment at what I was doing. The figure on the platform took half a step towards our window, wondering what the fuck he was watching. I didn’t care, I took hold or your hip with my right hand and forcefully pulled your ass towards me, you arched your lower back and ground your ass and pussy into my crotch, my solid cock crushed in my jeans against your tight little backside.  Brushing your hair to one side I kissed your neck and ran my hand up under your blouse, my hand felt rough against your smooth beautiful skin as I ran it up through the gap between your tits then back, over your nipples towards your belly button. This time my touch had real purpose, no more teasing, I wanted you, all of you. The stranger on the platform sank back down on to the bench.

Pulling my hips away from your ass I kicked your legs apart slightly and lifted your skirt, laying it on the arch in your back. I looked down to see your ass and pussy presented to me. I took my hand and placed it palm up against your pussy, it was soft slightly open and ready. Firmly I withdrew my hand, drawing my fingers over your swollen mound and through your sweet, wet slit, parting your swollen wet lips as I went. Your pussy opened like a flower in the morning sunlight, and you felt it aching for my cock to fill it. With my hand still wet from your snatch I undid the clasp on my jeans and stepped out of them, my cock engorged and twitching with excitement. I took hold of the shaft and covered it in your sweet juice, stroking it up and down spreading precum from the head, and the dampness from your lips as I went. I lent forwards and parted my legs a little to come down to your level, then nestled the tip of my rock hard cock into your willing mound. As one we felt the warm embrace of your pussy around my cock as I entered you, your mouth twitched slightly, your eyes closed slowly and you let out a short gasp as your pussy took hold of my cock.  First the head squeezed gently between your labia then drove slowly up into your wet, fleshy embrace, my pelvis met your ass and you pushed back hard, drawing my cock as deep as it could go. You let out a moan as I withdrew until the head once again touched your labia, then I thrust in again feeling my cock glide against your soft internal walls. I released your arms and took a hold either side of your pelvis, firmly but slowly pulling my cock into you, again and again. As I fucked you I whispered into your ear “we’re being watched”, you looked up, having been lost in the moment and saw the shadowy figure on the platform. You smiled sweetly at him then once again closed your eyes and moaned as the fire within you, built with every stroke.

As the figure on the platform watched he felt something stirring deep within him. At first he had thought something terrible was happening but the smile on her face was unmistakeable. He wished he could see more, he wished he could see the girls tits bounce in front of her as she took his cock. He wished he could see her pussy, drenched and stretched wide by the cock inside her. He imagined going over to the window, pulling it down, climbing up the side of the train and telling her to suck his cock. He imagined her beautiful lips kissing the head of his cock, and her tongue gently lapping underneath. In his mind she slid her mouth down, over his shaft and he felt her fingers softly squeeze him under her mouth. He imagined her sucking hard on the head of his big, swollen cock and her pretty little painted fingernails running up and down his length as she firmly wanked his shaft. What would her face and chest look like covered in his cum he thought, what would it be like to suck on her swollen clit? With a hand on his now fully erect cock through his pocket, he watched with disappointment as the train began to pull away, he would never know what might have been, but in the gloom of the deserted train station he began to slowly wank his cock, to the thought of that girls face knowing she had a cock deep inside her.

Your moans grew louder, your vocal chords sending vibrations throughout your body. The thought of being watched from afar had made you desperate to cum. As the train once again began to rock and sway in rhythm with the track I felt your pussy begin to ooze moisture, dripping down onto my balls as they slapped against your clit. The waves of pleasure built within you and I felt you begin to tense, you were breathless as you ground onto my cock, your moans grew into a desperate sigh and then. Silence. I watched as you stood, rooted to the spot not moving an inch, you shuddered gently then your legs began to buckle, I held tight onto your hips and for one last time I thrust my penis inside you. Wave after wave of your orgasm gripped my cock pulling it in, caressing it until I could take it no more, as you let out a stifled cry of pleasure I felt the strong pumping, glorious contractions within me, I groaned deeply as I pumped out semen into your pussy. Together we stood both wracked by the waves of orgasm, joined in a moment of complete ecstasy, feeding off each other’s involuntary movements as we writhed together in pleasure.

We stood together for a while breathing hard, still joined at the hips with my cock slowly softening inside you, I moved back slightly allowing my penis to fall from your pussy and dangle, dripping with cum between my legs. You turned slowly to me and kissed me softly on the lips, “come” you said and lay down on the bed, stripping off your skirt and blouse.  I removed my shirt and lay naked next to you, in the warm night air. We quickly fell asleep in the warm glow of closeness between us. I couldn’t wait for morning.